Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.